Chris Brown - Party Ft. Usher & Gucci Mane Lyrics

Chris Brown & Usher:

Oh, hey

Yeah, it's Breezy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Chris Brown:

Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry

Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari

Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party

When I'm with my clique, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

Chris Brown:

Bitches dancin' naked in my livin' room

She straight out of college, just turned 22

Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you

Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes

Tell 'em don't start it, my niggas retarded

Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer

I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'

It's my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

Chris Brown:

Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry

Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari

Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party

When I'm with my clique, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

Usher:

Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast

Shout out to my team, we be out there doin' the most

Girl, come to my place, but don't bring no clothes

Let's be dirty babe, baby, drop it low

Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin' the weakness

All in the back, dishin' the cash, make me if you need it

I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'

It's my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

Chris Brown:

Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry

Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari

Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party

When I'm with my clique, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

Gucci Mane:

It's party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail

Flyin' in my 'rari like a bat that just flew outta hell

I'm from the east of ATL, but ballin' in the Cali hills

Lil mama booty boomin', that bitch movin' and she standin' still

I know these bitches choosin' me, but I got 80 on me still

I'm tryna fuck, who tryna chill? 'Cause I'm just tryna pay some bills

I'm multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M

Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt

Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp

So either you gon' take a ride, or you gon' stay with him

'Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene

Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

Chris Brown:

Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry

Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari

Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party

When I'm with my clique, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

Pusha T - Circles Ft. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner (Lyrics)

[Intro: Desiigner]

Work, hard work (Grrrrrrrrrrah!)

Work, hard work (Git!)

Hard work (Git! Git!)

Work, hard work (Grrrrrrrah!)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

Tell her throw that ass in a circle

Throw that ass in a circle

Tell her show what that work do

Tell her throw that ass in a circle

Tell her throw that ass in a circle, yeah

Geeked up, bitch, Urkel

She gon' throw that ass in a circle, yeah

Throw that ass in a circle

She gon' throw it back for a boss

Look back for a boss

Make it clap for a boss

Clean it up for a boss

Gettin' head in my drawers

Gettin' head with my drawers on

Party Friday like a boss

Maserati like a boss, ayy, yeah

[Post-Hook: Desiigner]

Put you in all that designer

If we get high, you could be my supplier

You can get lost once you find her

We gon' get high, we gon' need a lighter

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Yeah, throw that ass in a circle, now

Show me how you been workin' now

I just wanna be certain now

Surgery's the new workin' out

Love the way that you perkin' out

Compliments to your surgeon now

Ain't no need to be nervous now

Know the cost of these Birkins? Ow

Never had a problem with it

I just tally up the digits

He count it by the band

I just count it by the midget

If we on the same accord

I'll take you out that Honda Civic

And they just like to talk about it

I just rap it 'cause I live it

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

Tell her throw that ass in a circle

Throw that ass in a circle

Tell her show what that work do

Tell her throw that ass in a circle

Tell her throw that ass in a circle, yeah

Geeked up, bitch, Urkel

She gon' throw that ass in a circle, yeah

Throw that ass in a circle

She gon' throw it back for a boss

Look back for a boss

Make it clap for a boss

Clean it up for a boss

Gettin' head in my drawers

Gettin' head with my drawers on

Party Friday like a boss

Maserati like a boss, ayy, yeah

[Post-Hook: Desiigner]

Put you in all that designer

If we get high, you could be my supplier

You can get lost once you find her

We gon' get high, we gon' need a lighter

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Throw that ass in a circle

Throw that ass 'til it hurts you

Let me see what that work do

You can't hide what that skirt do

Throw that ass in a circle

Make it rain 'til it's purple

Go all night with no curfew

You should call out of work too, yeah

[Bridge: Desiigner]

Bullets, they fly out the MAC and I'm gon' clean it

Bullets, they fly on the track 'fore a nigga fuck with you

'Fore a nigga fuck with you, fuck with you

'Fore a nigga fuck with you, fuck with you

'Fore a nigga fuck with you, yeah I'm too stoned

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Yeah, 911 heaven

Seven figure nigga, laced out with 7/11

Tonight she ain't yours

She off the 7th Heaven (Let's go)

Blowbama P, she call me Living Legend, yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

Tell her throw that ass in a circle

Throw that ass in a circle

Tell her show what that work do

Tell her throw that ass in a circle

Tell her throw that ass in a circle, yeah

Geeked up, bitch, Urkel

She gon' throw that ass in a circle, yeah

Throw that ass in a circle

She gon' throw it back for a boss

Look back for a boss

Make it clap for a boss

Clean it up for a boss

Gettin' head in my drawers

Gettin' head with my drawers on

Party Friday like a boss

Maserati like a boss, yeah

[Outro: Desiigner]

Git! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Grrrrrrrrrah!

(Yeah!)

Grrrrrrrrrah!

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Grrrrrrrrrah!

Mary J. Blige - Thick of it Lyrics

Love ain't just black and white

Ain't that simple

It gets hard to tell whose wrong or right

When it's dark with us

I swear I barely see the light

Should I stick it out?

Are you worth this fight?

Are we worth this fight?

Cuz I ain't no quitter babe

And I be damned if all these years I let you diss me babe

I was there when no one wanted to stay with you baby

You know I deserve more than this

I do

So tell me who

Who's gonna love

You like I do

Who will you trust

I gave you too much

Enough is enough

Now we're in the thick of it

So tell me

Who's gonna love

You like I do

Who will you trust

I gave you too much

Enough is enough

Now were in the

Now we're in the thick of it

What a hell of a year

If I make it through hell and I come out alive I got nothing to fear

No more crying and trying

And bring back this loving when nothing is here

Let me be clear

I wasn't perfect

But this shit ain't worth it

I'm done with the mess

I confess on the stress

And I know Ima look back and call it a blessing

Cuz I ain't no quitter babe

But I be damned if all these years I let you diss me babe

I was there when no one wanted to stay with you baby

You know I deserve more than this

I do

So tell me who

Who's gonna love

You like I do

Who will you trust

I gave you too much

Enough is enough

Now we're in the thick of it

So tell me who

Who's gonna love

You like I do

Who will you trust

I gave you too much

Enough is enough

Now we're in the

We're in the thick of it

Boy you had someone who really loved you

(Boy you had someone who really loved you)

Should have held on held on real tight now

(Held on tight)

And she placed no other one above you

(And she placed no one above you)

But you didn't want to treat her right now

Should've let her go

Should've let her go

Oh no oh, oh no oh

Now I'm letting go

Now I'm letting go

Oh no oh, oh no oh

So tell me who

Who's gonna love

You like I do

Who will you trust

I gave you too much

Enough is enough

Now we're in the thick of it

So tell me who

Who's gonna love

You like I do

Who will you trust

I gave you too much

Enough is enough

Now we're in the

We're in the thick of it